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Gripping her ass cheeks, he spread her open, cool air touching hot flesh.

“Good thing we’re doing vanilla sex, otherwise I’d be really fucking irritated that I don’t have my kit, and therefore don’t have a nice fat plug to fill you up while I fuck you.”

“That would be?—”

Colette choked on her words as he buried his cock hilt deep in her pussy in one thrust.

Another little rippling orgasm gripped her abdomen and danced up Colette’s back.

Landon made a pleased noise, clearly having correctly read her response to that thrust.

“Another one like that?”

“Please.”

He gave her what she needed, slamming into her with hard thrusts. She had more leverage in this position, and was able to push back against him, and then, when he held himself still inside her, grind on his cock.

“Enough.” His voice rumbled through her. “Hold still so I can fuck you.”

The taunt she readied never made it past her lips, because Landon gripped her hips and fucked her.

He was fast and brutal, the sound of it both crude and erotic. He felt like an iron pole inside her, and his balls tapped against her wide-spread pussy and sensitive clit on the deepest thrusts.

Her breasts rubbed against the floor, the movement slight, the sensation muted by the bandages.

The stimulation felt good. Colette teared up with relief—part of her had worried her nipples would no longer be an erogenous zone. Rolf had assured her she’d heal fast, and though she was still sore, now she could look forward to letting Landon suck and lick and twist the tips of her breasts, knowing it would be sexual and pleasurable.

“Up on your elbows.”

She wondered if she’d said something about her breasts aloud, and that’s why he wanted her to change position. Colette pushed herself up, forearms flat on the floor.

It had nothing to do with her breasts. Landon reached forward, wrapping her hair around his hand. His fingers closed into a fist and her scalp prickled with sweet pain.

Still fucking her, that slap, slap, slap, filling the room, he pulled her up by the hair.

Now she was on her hands and knees, back bowed, head up and back. He controlled her with his cock in her pussy and his hand in her hair.

She panted through arousal-swollen lips, wishing he had his kit so she would not only have a plug in her ass but a cock gag in her mouth. Normally she avoided gags, though she’d never made them a hard limit. With Landon, she wanted that experience of being completely filled and controlled.

Landon’s other arm slid under her, and he brought her fully upright, her hands leaving the floor. He used her hair to pull her all the way back, until her head rested on his shoulder, her body still curved in an arch that thrust her breasts out and kept her pelvis tilted at the right angle for his cock.

He licked the side of her neck before gently cupping her throat from the front, his forearm between her breasts. Colette raised one hand, tangling it in his hair.

“Reach down and feel where I’m sliding into you. Don’t touch your clit, but feel how wet you are, and how hard I am for you.”

Colette stretched and spread her hand over her own wet flesh, middle and ring fingers straddling his hard shaft. He was thrusting slower now, each one shallow due to the change in position. Her pussy was hot, her labia puffy, his cock both soft and hard as it pistoned into her.

“Shhh, I’ve got you love. I’ve got you.”

She hadn’t realized she was making small, almost sad sounds until he whispered in her ear. Soft hair slid through her fingers as she tightened her hold on him.

His hand joined hers between her legs. With a gentle tug he moved her hand up, pressing her fingers against the upper, puffiest part of her labia.

“Spread your pussy open for me. That’s it. Good girl.” Fingers danced over the sensitive skin around her clit, teasing but not touching. “Can you spread yourself wider?”

Colette tried, but her slick flesh slid from under her fingers.

“Again.” Instead of coaxing, now there was a hint of command in his voice.